Eric’s prov.
The door opened to the house that Corvus was supposed to be living. A tall tan mad with brown hair and chocolate eyes opens the door. He had scars on his arms and small ones on his lower neck no doubt was connected to the ones on his arms. The witch that was with me on the rest of my trip here was smiling.
“How are you my dear cousin?”
Corvus replies, “Today is better them most
Because I had my oats.”
When he was talking, he twitched a little something had to have happened to him. He looks at me and it’s like he knows why I was there.
“You my enter my home
Even though we are not at Rome,
You may ask me what you desire
In hoping you leave here wiser.”
I looked at the female witch in confusion. She laughed a little and then stated,
She then says, “I wi
